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he hath cause to complain of? Come me to what Esccl. Truly, office bech se he hath some ottences was done to her.

in him, that thou wouldst discover if thou couldst, Clo. Sir, your honour cannot come to that yet. let him continue in his courses, till thou know'st Escal No, sir, nor i mean it not.

what they are. Clo. Sir, but you shall come to it, by your ho- Elb. Marry, I thank your worship for it: nour's leave: And, I beseech you, look into master Thou seest, thou wicked varlet now, what's como Froth here, sir ; a man of fourscore pound a year ; upon thee; thou art to continue now, thou varlet; whose father died at Hallowmas: Was't not at thou art to continue. Hallowinas, master Froth ?

Escal. Where were you born, friend? Froth. All-hollond eve.

(To Froth Clo. Why, very well ; I hope here be truths : He, Froth. Here in Vienna, sir. sir, sitting, as I say, in a lower chair, sir ; — 'twas Escal. Are you of fourscore pounds a year? in the Bunch of Grapes, where, indeed, you have a Froth. Yes, and't please you, sir. delight to sit : Have you not ?

Escal. So. What trade are you of, sir? Froth. I have so; because it is an open room,

[To the Clown. and good for winter.

Clo. A tapster; a poor widow's tapster.
Clo. Why, very well then ;— I hope here be truths. Escal. Your mistress's name?
Ang. This will last out a night in Russia,

Clo. Mistress Over-done.
When nights are longest there : I'll take my leave, Escal. Hath she had any more than one liusband?
And leave you to the hearing of the cause ;

Clo. Nine, sir ; Over-done by the last. Hoping, you'll find good cause to whip them all. Escal. Nine! - Come hither to me, master Froth. Escal. I think no less : Good morrow to your Master Froth, I would not have you acquainted lordship

[Erit ANGELO. with tapsters : they will draw you, master Froth, Now, sir, come on : What was done to Elbow's and you will hang them : Get you gone, and let me wife, once more ?

hear no more of you. Clo. Once, sir ? there was nothing done to her Froth. I thank your worship : For mine own

part, I never come into any room in a taphouse, Elb. I beseech you, sir, ask him what this man but I am drawn in. did to my wife.

Escal. Well; no more of it master Froth : fareClo. I beseech your honour, ask me.

well. (E.rit Frorh.) - Come you hither to me, Escul. Well, sir: what did this gentleman to her ? master tapster ; what's your name, master tapster ?

Clo. I beseech you, sir, look in this gentleman's Clo. Pompey. face: - Good master Froth, look upon his honour; Escal. What else? Pris for a good purpose : Doth your honour mark Clo. Bum, sir. lus face?

Escal. "Troth, and your bum is the greatest Escal. Ay, sir, very well.

thing about you; so that, in the beastliest sense, Clo. Nay, I beseech you, mark it well.

you are Pompey the great. Pompey, you are partly Escal. Well, I do so.

a bawd, Pompey, howsoever you colour it in being Clo. Doth your honour see any harm in his face? a tapster. Are you not ? come, tell me true; it Escal. Why, no.

shall be the better for you. Clo. I'll be supposed upon a book, his face is the Clo. Truly, sir, I am a poor rellow, that would live. worst thing about him: Good then ; if his face be Escal. How would you live, Pompey? by being the worst thing about him, how could master Froth a bawd? What do you think of the trade, Pompey? do the constable’s wife any harm? I would know is it a lawful trade? that of your honour.

Clo. If the law would allow it, sir. Escol. He's in the right : Constable, what say Escal. But the law will not allow it, Pompey:

nor it shall not be allowed in Vienna. Elb. First, an it like you, the house is a respected Clo. Does your worship mean to geld and spa y house; next, this is a respected fellow ; and his all the youth in the city? mistress is a respected woman.

Escal. No, Pompey. Clo. By this hand, sir, his wife, is a more respected Clo. Truly, sir, in my poor opinion, they will to'r person than any of us all.

thon: If your worship will take order for the drabys Elb. Varlet, thou liest ; thou liest, wicked varlet : and the knaves, you need not to fear the bawds. the time is vet to come, that she was ever respected, Escal There are pretty orders beginning, I can with man, woman, or child.

tell you : It is but heading and hanging. Clo. Sir, she was respected with him before he Clo. If you head and hang all that offend that nuarried with her.

way but for ten year together, you'll be glad to give Escal. Which is the wiser here? Justice, or Ini- out a commission for more heads. If this law hold quity ? - Is this true?

in Vienna ten year, I'll rent the fairest house in it, Elb. O thou caitiff! 0 thou varlet! O thou after three-pence a bay: If you live to see this come wicked Hannibal! I respected with her, before I to pass, say, Pompey told you so. was married to her? If ever I was respected with Escal. Thank you, good Pompey : and, in rener, or she with me, let not your worship think me quital of your prophecy, bark you, — I advise you, the poor duke's officer :- Prove this, thou wicked let me not find you before me again upon any comHannibal, or I'll have mine action of battery on thee.plaint whatsoever, no, not for dwelling where you

Escal. If he took you a box o' th' ear, you might do; if I do, Pompey, I shall beat you to your tent, have your action of slander too.

and prove a shrewd Cæsar to you ; in plain dealing, 55. Marry, I thank your good worship for it : Pompey, I shall have you whipt : so for this time, What is’t your worship's pleasure I should do with Pompey, fare you well. this wicked caitiff?

Clo. I thank your worship for your good counsel;

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But yet,

but I shall follow it, as the flesh and fortune shall Ang.

Hath he a sister? Wtter determine.

Prov. Ay, my good lord; a very virtuous maid, Whip me ? No, no; let carman whip his jade ; And to be shortly of a sisterhood, The valiant heart's not whipt out of his trade. (Erit. If not already. Escal. Come hither to me, master Elbow ; coire Ang

Well, let her be admitted. hither, master Constable. How long have you bec.

[Exit Servant. in this place of constable ?

See you, the fornicatress be remov'd; Elb. Seven year and a balf, sir.

Let her have needful, but not lavish, means Escal. I thought, by your readiness in the office, There shall be order for it. you had continued in it some time : You say, seven

Enter Lucio and ISABELLA. years together? Elb. And a half, sir.

Prov. Save your honour! [Offering to retire. Escal. Alas! it hath been great pains to you ! Ang. Stay a little while. – [To IsaB.] You are They do you wrong to put you so oft upon't : Are

welcome : What's your will ? there not men in your ward sufficient to serve it? Isab. I am a woeful suitor to your honour,

Elb. Faith, sir, few of any wit in such matters : Please but your honour hear me. as they are chosen, they are glad to choose me for Ang.

Well; what's your suit ? thu in ; I do it for some piece of money, and go

Isab. There is a vice, that most I do abhor, through with all.

And most desire should meet the blow of justice ; Escul. Look you, bring me in the names of some

For which I would not plead, but that I must; six or seven, the most sufficient of your parish. For which I must not plead, but that I am Elb. To your worship’s house, sir?

At war, 'twixt will, and will not. Escal. To my house : Fare you well. [Erit El- Ang.

Well; the matter ? v.] What's o'clock, think you ?

Isab. I have a brother is condemn'd to die : Just. Eleven, sir.

I do beseech you, let it be his fault,
Escal. I pray you home to dinner with me. And not my brother.
Just. I humbly thank you.


Heaven give thee moving graces. Escal. It grieves me for the death of Claudio; Ang. Condemn the fault, and not the actor of it! But there's no remedy.

Why, every fault's condemn'd, ere it be done; Just. Lord Angelo is severe.

Mine were the very cipher of a function, Escal.

It is but needful : To find the faults, whose fine stands in record, Mercy is not itself, thai cft looks so ;

And let go by the actor. Pardon is still the nurse of second woe :


O just, but severe law ! Poor Claudio ! — There's no remedy.

I had a brother then. — Heaven keep your honour! Come, sir. [Errunt.

(Retiring. Lucio. [To Isae.] Give't not o'er so :

to him SCENE II. - Another Room in the same.

again, intreat him ;

Kneel down before him, hang upon his gown; Enter Provost and a Servant.

You are too cold : if you should need a pin, Serv. He's hearing of a cause; he will come

You could not with more tame a tongue desire it: straight.

To him, I say. I'll tell him of you.

Isab. Must he needs die ? Prov. Pray you do. (Erit Servant.] I'll know Ang.

Maiden, no remedy. His pleasure ; may be, he will relent: Alas,

Isab. Yes; I do think that you might pardon He hath but as offended in a dream!

him, All sects, all ages, smack of this vice; and he

And neither heaven, nor man, grieve at the mercy. To die for it!

Ang. I will not do't.


would? Enter ANGELO.

Ang. Look, what I will not, that I cannot do. Ang.

Now what's the matter, provost ? Isab. But might you do't, and do the world no Prov. Is it your will Claudio shall die to-morrow?

wrong, Ang. Did I not tell thee, yea? hadst thou not If so your heart were touch'd with that remorse order ?

As mine is to him? Why dost thou ask again?


He's sentenc'd ; 'tis too late. Prov. Lest I might be too rash : Lucio. You are too cold.

[ To ISABELLA. Under your good correction, I have seen,

Isab. Too late? why, no; I, that do speak a word, When, after execution, judgment hath

May call it back again : Well, believe this, Repented o'er bis doom.

No ceremony that to great ones ’longs, Ang.

Go to; let that be mine : Not the king's crown, nor the deputed sword, Do you your office, or give up your place,

The marshal's truncheon, nor the judge's robe, And you shall well be spar’d.

Become them with one half so good a grace,
I crave your honour's pardon. As mercy does.

If he had been as you,
What shall be done, sir, with the groaning Juliet ? And you as he, you would have slipt like him ;
She's very near her hour.

But he, like you, would not have been so stern. Ang. Dispose of her

Ang. Pray you, begone. To some more fitter place; and that with speed.

Isab. I would to heaven I had your potency,

And you were Isabel ? should it then be thus?
Re-enter Servant.

No; I would tell what 'twere to be a judge,
Soro. Here is the sister of the man condemn'd, And what a prisoner.
Desires access to you.

Lucio. Ay, touch him: there's the vein. (Aside

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spare him :


my lord,

with you.


Ang. Your brother is a forfeit of the law,

Lucio. Thou'rt in the right, girl; more o' thai. And you but waste your words.

Isab. That in the captain's but a cholerick vord Isao.

Alas! alas! Which in the soldier is flat blasphemy. Why, all the souls that were, were forfeit once; Lucio. Art advis'd o' that? more on't. And He that might the vantage best have took, Ang. Why do you put these sayings upon me? Found out the remedy: How would you be,

Isab. Because authority, though it err like others, If he, which is the top of judgment, should

Hath yet a kind of medicine in itself, But judge you as you are? O, think on that ; That skins the vice o' the top: Go to your bosom; And mercy then will breathe within your lips, Knock there; and ask your heart, what it doth kuow Like man new made.

That's like my brother's fault: if it confess

Be you content, fair maid; A natural guiltiness, such as is his,
It is the law, not I, condemns your brother : Let it not sound a thought upon your tongue
Were he my kinsman, brother, or my son,

Against my brother's life.
It should be thus with him; - he must die to- Ang.

She speaks, and 'tis

Such sense, that my sense breeds with it. Isab. To-morrow? O, that's sudden! Spare him,

Isab. Gentle my lord, turn back. He's not prepar'd for death! Even for our kitchens Ang. I will bethink me: - Come again toWe kill the fowl of season ; shall we serve heaven With less respect than we do minister

Isab. Hark, how I'll bribe

you : Good To our gross selves? Good, good my lord, bethink

turn back. you :

Ang. How ! bribe me ? Who is it that hath died for this offence ?

Isab. Ay, with such gifts, that heaven shall share There's many have committed it. Lucio.

Ay, well said. Lucio. You had marr'd all else. Ang. The law hath not been dead, though it hath Isab. Not with fond shekels of the tested gold, slept :

Or stones, whose rates are either rich, or poor, Those many had not dar'd to do that evil,

As fancy values them : but with true prayers, If the first man that did the edict infringe,

That shall be up at heaven, and enter there, Had answer'd for his deed: now, 'tis awake; Ere sun-rise: prayers from preserved souls, Takes note of what is done; and, like a prophet, From fasting maids, whose minds are dedicate Looks in a glass, that shows what future evils, To nothing temporal. (Either now, or by remissness new-conceiv'd,


Well : come to me
And so in progress to be hatch'd and born,) To-morrow.
Are now to have no successive degrees,

Lucio. Go to; it is well ; away:
But, where they live, to end.

(Aside to Isabela Isab.

Yet show some pity. Isab. Heaven keep your honour safe ! Ang. I show it most of all, when I show justice; Ang.

Amen : for I For then I pity those I do not know,

Am that way going to temptation, [dside. Which a dismiss'd offence would after gall ; Where prayers cross. And do him right, that, answering one foul wrong,


At what hour to-morrow Lives not to act another. Be satisfied ;

Shall I attend your lordship? Your brother dies to-morrow; be content.


At any time 'fore noon. Isab. So you must be the first, that gives this Isab. Save your honour ! sentence;

[Exeunt Lucio, Isabella, and Provost. And he, that suffers: 0, it is excellent

Ang. From thee; even from thy virtue !. To have a giant's strength; but it is tyrannous

What's this? what's this? Is this her fault, or mine? To use it like a giant.

The tempter or the tempted, who sins most? Ha! Lucio. That's well said.

Not she; nor doth she tempt : but it is I,
Isab. Could great men thunder

That lying by the violet, in the sun,
As Jove himself does, Jove would ne'er be quiet, Do, as the carrion does, not as the flower,
For every pelting, petty officer,

Corrupt with virtuous season. Can it be, Would use his heaven for thunder : nothing but That modesty may more betray our sense thunder.

Than woman's lightness ? Having waste ground Merciful heaven!

enough, Thou rather, with thy sharp and sulphurous bolt, Shall we desire to raze the sanctuary, Split'st the unwedgeable and gnarled oak,

And pitch our evils there? O, fy, fy, fy! Than the soft myrtle ; – 0, but man, proud man ! What dost thou ? or what art thou, Angelo ? Drest in a little brief authority;

Dost thou desire her foully, for those things Most ignorant of what he's most assur'd,

That make her good ? 0, let her brother live : His glassy essence, — like an angry ape,

Thieves for their robbery have authority, Plays such fantastick tricks before high heaven, When judges steal themselves. What? do I love As make the angels weep; who, with our spleens,

her, Would all themselves laugh mortal.

That I desire to hear her speak again, Lucio. O, to him, to him, wench : he will relent; | And feast upon her eyes? What is't I dream on? He's coming, I perceive't.

O cunning enemy, that, to catch a saint, Prov.

Pray heaven, she win him! With saints dost bait thy hook! Most dangerous Isa). We cannot weigh our brother with ourself: Is that temptation, that doth goad us on Great men may jest with saints : 'tis wit in them; To sin in loving virtue : never could the strumpet But, in the less, foul profanation.

With all her double vigour, art, and nature,

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Once stir my temper ; but this virtuous maid Whilst my invention, hearing not my tongue, Subdues me quite ; Ever till now,

Anchors on Isabel : Heaven in my mouth, When men were fond, I smil'd and wonder'd As if I did but only chew his name ; how.

(Exit. And in my heart, the strong and swelling evil

Of my conception : The state whereon I studied, SCENE III. A Room in a Prison. Is like a good thing, being often read,

Grown fear'd and tedious; yea, my gravity, Enter Duke, habited like a Friar, and Provost.

Wherein (let no man hear me) I take pride, Duke. Hail to you, provost! so, I think you are. Could I, with boot, change for an idle plume, Prov. I am the provost: What's your will, good which the air beats for vain. O place! O form! friar?

How often dost thou with thy case, thy habit, Duke. Bound by my charity, and my bless'd order, Wrench awe from fools, and tie the wiser souls I come to visit the afflicted spirits

To thy false seeming? Blood, thou still art blood : Here in the prison: do me the common right Let's write good angel on the devil's horn, To let me see them; and to make me know

'Tis not the devil's crest. The nature of their crimes, that I may minister

Enter Servant.
To them accordingly.
Prov. I would do more than that if more were How now, who's there?


One Isabel, a sister,

Desires access to you.


Teach her the way. [Erit Serv. Look, here comes one ; a gentlewoman of mine, O heavens! Who falling in the flames of her own youth, Why does my blood thus muster to my heart • Hath blister'd her report: She is with child ; Making both it unable for itself, And he that got it, sentenc'd : a young man And dispossessing all the other parts More fit to do another such offence,

Of necessary fitness ? Than die for this.

So play the foolish throngs with one that swoons ; Drukc. When must he die?

Come all to help him, and so stop the air
Prov. As I do think, to-morrow.

By which he should revive : and even so
I have provided for you ; stay a while, (TC JULIET. The general, subject to a well-wish'd king,
And you shall be conducted.

Quit their own part, and in obsequious fondness
Duke. Repent you, fair one, of the sin you carry? Croud to his presence, where their untaught love
Juliet. I do; and bear the shame most patiently. Must needs appear offence.
Duke. I'll teach you how you shall arraign your

Enter IsabelLA. conscience, And try your penitence, if it be sound,

How now, fair maid ? Or hollowly put on.


I am come to know your pleasure. Juliet. I'll gladly learn.

Ang. That you might know it, would much betDuke. Love you the man that wrong'd you ?

ter please me, Juliet. Yes, as I love the woman that wrong’d Than to demand what ʼtis. Your brother cannot him.

live. Duke. So then, it seems, your most offenceful act Isab. Even so? - Heaven keep your honour' Aas mutually committed ?

[Retiring Juliet. Mutually.

Ang. Yet may he live a while; and it may be, Duke. Then was your sin of heavier kind than his. As long as you, or I: yet he must die. Juliet. I do confess it, and repent it, father.

Isab. Under your sentence? Duke. 'Tis meet so, daughter : but lest you do

Ang. Yea. repent,

Isab. When, I beseech you? that in his reprieve, As that the sin hath brought you to this shame, - Longer, or shorter, he may be so fitted, Which sorrow is always toward ourselves, not

That his soul sicken not. heaven;

Ang. Ha! Fye, these filthy vices! It were as Showing, we'd not spare heaven, as we love it,

good But as we stand in fear,

To pardon him, that hath from nature stolen Juliet. I do repent me, as it is an evil ;

A man already made, as to remit And take the shame with joy.

Their sawcy sweetness, that do coin heaven's imaye, Duke.

There rest.

In stamps that are forbid : 'tis all as easy Your partner, as I hear, must die 10-morrow, Falsely to take away a life true made, And I am going with instruction to him.

As to put mettle in restrained means, Grace go with you! Benedicite !

[Exit. To make a false one. Juliel. Must die to-morrow! 0, injurious love, Isab. 'Tis set down so in heaven, but not in That respites me a life, whose very comfort

earth. Is still a dying horror !

Ang. Say you so ? then I shall poze you quickly. Prov. 'Tis pity of him. (Ereunt. Which had you rather, That the most just law

Now took your brother's life; or, to redeem him, SCENE IV. - A Roorn in Angelo's House. Give up your body to such sweet uncleanness,

As she that he hath stain'd?


Sir, believe this, Ang. When I would pray and think, I think and I had rather give my body than my soul. pray

Ang. I talk not of your soul; Our compellid sins To several subjects: heaven hath my empty words : Stand more for number than accompt.




How say you? Ang.

Vay, women are fraij too. Ang. Nay, I'll not warrant that; for I can speak Isab. Ay, as the glasses where they view them. Against the thing I say. Answer to this ;

selves ; I, now the voice of the recorded law,

Which are as easy broke as they make forms. Pronounce a sentence on your brother's life. Women! – Help heaven! men their creation mar Might there not be a charity in sin,

In profiting by them. Nay, call us ten times fral; To save this brother's life?

For we are soft as our complexions are,

you to do't,

And credulous to false prints.
I'll take it as a peril to my soul,


I think it well : It is no sin at all, but charity.

And from this testimony of your own sex, Ang. Pleas'd you to do’t, at peril of your soul, (Since, I suppose, we are made to be no stronger Were equal poize of sin and charity.

Than faults may shake our frames,) let me be bold;Isab. That I do beg his life, if it be sin,

I do arrest your words ; Be that you are, Heaven, let me bear it! you granting of my suit, That is, a woman; if you be more, you're none; If that be sin, I'll make it my morn prayer

If you be one, (as you are well express'd To have it added to the faults of mine,

By all external warrants,) show it now, And nothing of your, answer.

By putting on the destin'd livery. Ang.

Nay, but hear me : Isab. I have no tongue but one: gentle my lord, Your sense pursues not mine: either you are ignorant, Let me intreat you speak the former language. Or seem so, craftily; and that's not good.

Ang. Plainly conceive, I love you. Isab. Let me be ignorant, and in nothing good, Isub. My brother did love Juliet; and you tell me. But graciously to know I am no better.

That he shall die for it. Ang. Thus wisdom wishes to appear most bright, Ang. He shall not, Isabel, if you give me love. When it doth tax itself: as these black masks

Isab. I know, your virtue hath a licence in't, Proclaim an enshield beauty ten times louder Which seems a little fouler than it is, Than beauty could displayed. - -- But mark me; To pluck on others. To be received plain, I'll speak more gross :


Believe me, on mine honour, Your brother is to die.

My words express my purpose. Isab. So.

Isab. Ha! little honour to be much believed, Ang. And his offence is so, as it appears

And most pernicious purpose ! Seeming, S-ETAccountant to the law upon that pain.

ing! Isab. True.

I will proclaim thee, Angelo; look for't : Ang. Admit no other way to save his life, Sign me a present pardon for my brotner, (As I subscribe not that, nor any other,

Or, with an outstretch'd throat, I'll tell the world But in the loss of question,) that you, his sister, Aloud, what man thou art. Finding yourself desir'd of such a person,


Who will believe thee, Isabel ? Whose credit with the judge, or own great place, My unsoild name, the austereness of my life, Could fetch your brother from the manacles My vouch against you, and my place i' the state, Of the all-binding law; and that there were Will so your accusation overweigh, No earthly mean to save him, but that either That you shall stifle in your own report, You must lay down the treasures of your body And smell of calumny. I have begun; To this supposed, or else let him suffer ;

And now I give my sensual race the rein :
What would you do?

Fit thy consent to my sharp appetite ;
Isab. As much for my poor brother, as myself : Lay by all nicety, and prolixious blushes,
That is, Were I under the terms of death,

That banish what they sue for; redeem thy brother
The impression of keen whips I'd wear as rubies, By yielding up thy body to my will;
Ind strip myself to death, as to a bed

Or else he must not only die the death,
That longing I have been sick for, ere I'd yield But thy unkindness shall his death draw out
My body up to shame.

To lingering sufferance : answer me to-morrow, Ang.

Then must your brother die. Or, by the affection that now guides me most, Isab. And 'twere the cheaper way :

I'll prove a tyrant to him: As for you, Better it were, a brother died at once,

Say what you can, my false o'erweighs your true. Than that a sister, by redeeming him,

[Erit. Should die for ever.

Isab. To whom shall I complain? Did I tell this, Ang. Were not you then as cruel as the sentence Who would believe me? O perilous mouths, That you have slander'd so ?

That bear in them one and the self-same tongue, Isab. Ignominy in ransom, and free pardon, Either of condemnation or approof! Are of two houses : lawful mercy is

Bidding the law make court'sy to their will; Nothing akin to foul redemption.

Hooking both right and wrong to the appetite, Ang. You seem'd of late to make the law a tyrant; | To follow as it draws! I'll to my brother : And rather prov'd the sliding of your brother Though he hath fallen by prompture of the blood, A merriment than a vice.

Yet hath he in him such a mind of honour, Isab. O, pardon me, my lord ; it oft falls out, That had he twenty heads to tender down To have what we'd have, we speak not what we mean: On twenty bloody blocks, he'd yield them up, I something do excuse the thing I hate,

Before his sister should her body stoop For his advantage that I dearly love.

To such abhorr’d pollution. Ang. We are all frail.

Then Isabel, live chaste, and, brother, die : Isab.

Else let my brother die, More than our brother is our chastity. It not a feodary, but only he,

I'll tell him yet of Angelo's request, Owe, and succeed by weakness.

And fit his mind to death, for his soul's rest. Er

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